Ron was hurting last night. Much to his credit and my admiration, he still made coffee.
He’d loaded the truck with heavy bags of leaves and did another transfer station run.
Then we pruned the big rhodie next to the driveway. He cut up the branches; figured it was about seven pounds worth.
Ron picked up his meds at Walmart. I brought compost-ables to Wild Soul River. We split a Subway sandwich for lunch.
Quiet one ahead: looks like rain all day.
We drove to Bennington for donuts.
